SPOILERS FOR SON OF SEA FOAM FANFIC! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT, GO READ IT ON AO3 ITS REALLY GOOD!
I'm already sad about chapter 9, but what makes it so much sadder is that in the original story, Percy and Castor didn't even know each other. Castor's death caused Percy to feel bad about about not getting to know more people at camp.
But in Son Of Sea foam, that's not only his boyfriend. That's his best friend.
He's clearly so much closer to Castor than he is to Annabeth or Grover here. He's also been so close to Castor for 3 years and it's hard to remember they were barely acquaintances in the original books.
I can't help but imagine a way for both version of Percy to meet each other. Not only see how different Percy is in this universe but also how they both think of Castor. Original Percy probably hasn't even thought of Castor more than twice since he died. The same definitely can not be said for Son Of Sea Foam Percy.
And I ship them so hard.
I was no expecting to.
But I do.
And I KNEW Castor was gonna die, I knew it! Not only because he dies in the original series but also because someone on tumblr spoiled it for me (the day I read chapter 9 non the less)
But I was still so devastated that he died because of how well he was written. Hell I even like him more than Annabeth!
(Though I never liked Annabeth all that much to begin with. No hate to her but she just reminds me to much of my mom and great grandmother in a bad way)
@caffeinatedflumadiddlebutpjo
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For the rarepair thing: Castor/percy or maybe pollux/percy or maybe both? 😳🥴
Both is good *nods seriously* Thank you for your suggestion! :)
The Moon shone bright that night, the entrance of a little cave hidden from curious eyes bathed in Lady Artemis' gentle love, who kept the secret affair there in confidence between her, and the three sneaking figures.
No, not Lady Artemis - it's Lady Diana, Pollux reminded himself. He was a "Roman" now. He was sold to a ludus with his twin brother. The people of Pietas Iulia loved them - they were their own Romolus and Remus.
They were waiting for their missing third, who was the reason they dared to go against their direct orders. The ludus didn't allow them to leave without guards, as they feared they would try to escape. But in the night, for their lover, they would do it.
A shadow covered the light coming from the cave's entrance. Their muscles tightened, ready to fight, but then immediately relaxed when they realized who it was.
Their little princeps.
They welcomed him with open arms, cradling the young nobilis between them.
After all, it was where Perseus belonged.
"Pollux, Castor," he whispered, voice full of repressed emotions. He fell silent, his lovers patiently waiting. For an order, maybe - they would follow him anywhere.
But he didn't continue, he stayed silent, relaxed between the two bigger, stronger bodies.
Over his head, the twins' gaze met, devotion shining in their eyes. They would do anything for their nobilis. They would lay down their lives for Perseus, they would give everything they could for him, but they only had their bodies to offer.
The young nobilis was going to be their end - and they would embrace it happily, as they could not say anything to him but yes. He was their Sun, the Moon, and the stars on the sky.
When no command, order, yell or lashing out came, they took the lead into their hands.
Castor's left hand moved down, down on Perseus' lithe body, caressing him through the linen tunic, eliciting soft sighs from the nobilis. Pollux wasn't one to be left behind: his calloused fingers brushed down the tunic's material off his tanned, soft shoulders. The contrast between the soft skin and the battle-hardened fingertips was enticing; he wanted nothing more than to mark that unblemished shoulder and neck with his nails and teeth.
Harsh breathing broke the cave's silence. They laid down on the hard ground, Pollux pulling the nobilis to sit on top of him to shield him from the dirt. The tensing muscles of Perseus' tights felt alluring against his stomach, and he felt himself hardening at the sight. Their little princeps sat on top of one of the big bad gladiators, head thrown back in ecstasy as the other one was teasing, pinching, biting the pink nibs of his nipples.
Castor threw a look at Pollux, daring him to move. The somewhat older twin pulled the green-eyed nobilis to lay on his chest, lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
There was desperation in Perseus' kiss; an alarming foreboding that Pollux did not want to confront. Not now. Not like this.
He deliberately pushed those thoughts away, seeking deeper entrance into Perseus' mouth, claiming him his. A deep, broken moan tore from one of them, or even from all of them, as they intertwined together.
Castor pressed himself into the lithe body, oil helping his way into the tight canal, while Pollux moved his hand on his length. At first, gentle and feather-light, but as his brother pushed deeper and rougher, he also moved his hand faster, despite the uncomfortable angle.
This was about their little Perseus and his enjoyment. Not about either of them - this was them, giving their nobilis what he needed, what he yearned for.
But it is also about them; their wants, their overwhelming loyalty, love and obsession with their forbidden fruit.
Castor moved faster, deeper into Perseus, hands teasing his nipples, teeth scratching the bared throat. Oil and sweat glistened in the moonshine, breathy moans, growls and desperate begs broke the silence.
Castor shouted, moving one last time, his hips jerking forward, which sent Perseus over the edge, whose broken moan was enough for Pollux. One last jerk, and the tired nobilis rested his face on Pollux's shoulder, shaking, clenching and unclenching his muscles.
Castor brushed the hair out of Perseus' blissful face, and seeing the redness of his cheeks, the pretty pink color of his half-open, inviting mouth, the deliriously glimmering sea-green eyes, a new wave of want filled him up. Their little princeps was just so alluring.
Yet, he restrained himself, knowing that the nobilis was in no condition to continue right now.
But the night was still relatively young - they would have their ways with the little lover before Lord Apollo started his way on the sky. There was no question about it.
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